The silence in the room thickened as Bruno's gaze settled on Marcy, his expression unreadable yet harboring a dark intensity that made my pulse race with fear.
I could tell by the shift in his stance, the slight narrowing of his eyes, that he was evaluating Marcy, silently calculating her presence as a threat.
"Is everything alright between you two?" Bruno's question hung in the air, deceptively calm.
But his tone carried an edge that only I could recognize, a warning beneath the surface.
He barely acknowledged Marcy's presence as he kept his attention on me, his look a silent demand: Convince her, or else.
I swallowed hard, willing myself to stay calm.
"Yes, Bruno," I managed, my voice steady but quiet. "Everything's fine."
Marcy turned to look at me, concern still in her eyes.
